Fortunately, at this moment, Big Grandpa had already hurriedly opened the sushi box, pinched a piece of sushi, and brought it to his eldest grandson’s mouth: “Smell this, it’s made with those mushrooms too. Try it, it’s really delicious………………”
Little Fatty’s nose twitched, as if he smelled a familiar scent? But when he opened his eyes and saw it was sushi, he immediately refused: “No! I don’t want this! This isn’t tasty, you’re just trying to trick me into eating, wuwuwu, I want fried mushrooms………………”
Big Grandpa’s mouth twitched, then he simply stuffed the sushi straight into his mouth: “Just try it~”
With that, the sushi scattered a bit, and the rice mixed with Beef-Mushroom Sauce fell into his mouth.
“Mm!” Little Fatty, still crying, got his mouth stuffed and couldn’t cry out.
He stuck out his tongue to spit it out, but the next second, he tasted that familiar yet novel flavor.
The noisy child suddenly felt all his sadness and anger melt away and subconsciously started chewing what was in his mouth.
Chomp, chomp.
It was actually pretty tasty.
The mushrooms really were the ones he loved to eat.
After finishing one piece of sushi, he looked at the remaining sushi in Grandpa’s hand with teary eyes.
Big Grandpa wiped the sweat from his brow and hurriedly tried to hand the sushi over, but Grandma snatched it away with a frown: “If you want to eat, get up yourself and go wash your face first.”
When kids are little and throw tantrums, it’s cute.
But now he’s already in second grade, eats a lot, grows well, and when he throws a fit, her old bones nearly fall apart.
Plus, her phone kept buzzing nonstop—no need to look to know it’s the good neighbors in the building teasing her about her grandson’s tantrum again. So embarrassing.
She had to put a stop to it.
Little Fatty sobbed and wanted to struggle again—he’d been tricked! @无限好文,尽在晋江文学城
But then he remembered the Sushi Stand hadn’t come, so he really couldn’t buy any, and he slunk off to wash his face, then came running out with water still dripping from his face, his eyes and nose still red, but with a silly grin: “Grandmother, I’m done washing, can I eat now?”
Grandma: “……………….You can.”
She put down the sushi, and immediately the child sat at the table and started wolfing it down.
But after eating two, he started complaining again, pitifully saying: “Grandmother, can I just eat the mushrooms inside? The rice isn’t tasty, the radish isn’t tasty, the cucumber isn’t tasty………………”
He didn’t like rice, didn’t like vegetables, only wanted to eat meat and mushrooms!
Grandma forced a smile: “What do you think?”
Little Fatty pouted, then became obedient. Fine, at least there’s something to eat.
So he took another big bite.
His chubby cheeks stuffed with food looked even rounder. Grandma couldn’t help but laugh again—this kid really knows how to adapt.
Just like his dad.
Big Grandpa sighed weakly: “Alright, as long as he can eat, that’s fine. Sigh, when school’s out for summer, we’ll send him to his parents to learn. We really shouldn’t have tricked the child back then……”
Back in the day, to get the kid to behave, the two of them often made promises they couldn’t keep, so the kid gradually stopped believing them, and now whenever he’s tricked, he throws a huge tantrum.
His parents had reminded them, and only then did they realize they’d broken their word to the child for a long time.
At first, the two didn’t understand—hadn’t they raised Little Fatty’s dad the same way? But with only this one child, they couldn’t just spank him for being naughty like before—they couldn’t bear it, so they tried to change their parenting, and it actually worked.
At least today, when they promised fried mushrooms to coax him to school, he believed it. But with no fried mushrooms, they almost broke their promise again.
Grandma sighed, lost her appetite, and told Big Grandpa to eat by himself.
She pulled out her phone and, out of habit, started apologizing to the neighbors—mainly because the unlucky child’s voice was too loud!
But when she opened the chat, everyone was @-ing her:
【1502: What kind of mushroom is so tasty? It made our Little Fatty cry like that? @1204】
【903: I heard it too. My kid never likes mushrooms. Little Fatty’s Grandmother, what kind of mushroom is your Little Fatty eating?】
[…]
【1101: Eh??? Calmed him down so quickly? Can you just eat mushrooms like that?】
【1201: No way, right? But Little Fatty really isn’t fussing anymore?】
They were all long-time neighbors who’d watched the child grow up. If it wasn’t the middle of the night, everyone was pretty tolerant of the occasional fuss. Some even joked:
【703: Hey, Little Fatty’s tantrum skills aren’t up to par today, did he not eat enough?】
Grandma:
……
She simply snapped a picture of Little Fatty devouring sushi and posted it in the Neighbor Group.
【1204: (voice) He’s eating now. The mushrooms were bought at the Plaza. The Sushi Stand didn’t come today, so we ran out at home, and he made a fuss. I’d promised him fried mushrooms to coax him to school. Fortunately, the sushi seller used the same mushrooms, so that calmed him down.】
【1204: He was just saying he wouldn’t eat it, but as soon as he tasted it, he behaved.】
【1502: Wow, it works that well?】
【1204: (voice) They’re Wild Mushrooms, called Chashu Mushroom and Pine Mushroom—kind of a mouthful, but they really taste good. If you see them, buy some to try. Kids are sure to love them.】
【1502: Definitely, definitely (fist cupped salute)】
1502 also had a child, but unlike Little Fatty, hers was skinny and picky, only liking outside food. Eating too much of that wasn’t good for growth, so as parents, they strictly controlled it—battling wits and courage.
The child hadn’t eaten much junk food, but as a result, he was small and skinny and mealtimes were always a struggle.
Soon, other parents in the Neighbor Group dealing with picky eaters chimed in, saying they’d try buying some. Any mushroom that could silence Little Fatty in a second had to be good.
Grandma: A bunch of nosy neighbors!
At the Plaza.
As soon as Big Grandpa left, the others who had come also spoke up: “I’ll take a box!”
“I want a box………………”
Zhang Yan hesitated, but finally decided to buy one too.
It had been raining for the past two days, so they really hadn’t spent much on anything else.
Buying a box to try wasn’t a bad idea, especially since so many people liked these mushrooms, and the Mulberry Seller guaranteed the flavor.
So she turned back as well: “Boss, I’ll have a box of Mushroom Sushi!”
Song Ming: “Alright, alright, we’ve got plenty!”
Previously, the Beef Mushroom Sushi had sold very well, so she made more each time. Today she’d made fifty portions!
But she was running out of mushrooms—if Jiang Heng didn’t come soon, she’d run out too!
Sushi is a finished product, and as long as people pay quickly, she could sell one every few seconds.
Song Ming’s Sushi Stand rarely had crowds, but today, because of her shout, not only did the previous customers stay, but others were drawn over as well, forming a circle around her!
Seeing everyone buying the same sushi, others joined in too.
The price was a bit high, but with so many people buying, the flavor had to be good—it was worth a try.
So more and more customers gathered.
Across the way, the noodle shop boss watched with envy and regret, slapping his thigh repeatedly.
Why did he have to act reserved? Too embarrassed to copy others? Even being a copycat would be better than sitting here watching the other stall draw a crowd while his own shop was deserted!
Song Ming had no idea someone was watching her with envy.
After this wave of customers left, she checked and found she’d sold nearly thirty boxes in such a short time, with eighteen being Beef Mushroom Sushi!
She’d made a killing!
Song Ming was thoroughly satisfied.
And it wasn’t just this wave—after a while, another group came for mushrooms, and when they couldn’t buy any, Song Ming shouted and drew in more customers.
When she snapped out of it, she suddenly remembered the middle-aged man she’d seen earlier and glanced over—he was gone.
He’d probably gone back to his original spot.
Thinking it over, she messaged Jiang Heng, reassuring her that she could pick more mushrooms tomorrow, and they would definitely sell well.
She’d also arrive early to help save a spot.
She hadn’t worried before, but after today, she really was a bit afraid that other mushroom sellers might come tomorrow.
The middle-aged man was at least reasonable—after not selling anything, he left. But if someone else came and stayed, she couldn’t be sure there’d be a spot tomorrow.
Jiang Heng got the message while she was talking with her uncle Jiang Guoxia about plowing the fields tomorrow.
Taking advantage of the break in the rain, she checked the sky.
There shouldn’t be rain tomorrow, and the forecast said cloudy—just the right temperature to plow all the fields.
Their fields were uneven and scattered, making mechanized farming difficult and costly.
Especially since Jiang Heng only had two or three mu of land—no need for machines.
So she went straight to Guoxia.
His family had an ox, and he mostly farmed at home.
Years ago, he’d hurt his back and couldn’t do heavy construction work, but plowing was still fine. But one person wasn’t enough, so Jiang Heng said, “Uncle, can you find another person to help? I’ll pay.”
Jiang Guoxia was reluctant: “Still have to pay? I can do it myself, it’ll be done before evening. No need to spend the money, right?”
Jiang Heng immediately said, “Better to have another person. It’s too tiring for one. There’s so much grass in my field, and it’s easier to plow now that it’s soaked. Once the sun comes out, it’ll be hard.”
That was true—the field had been abandoned for years.
Jiang Guoxia said, “Then go ask your Uncle Changhai, he has an ox too.”
Jiang Heng: “Great!”
After hesitating, Jiang Heng still insisted on paying two hundred yuan a day.
Not just for Uncle Changhai, but for Guoxia too—they were all family, and the older generation always thought it was bad to talk about money.
But this wouldn’t be the only time—she’d need help transplanting rice seedlings, building chicken coops, and sheep pens. If she didn’t pay family, it would cause resentment.
So she made it clear.
But as soon as she mentioned it, Jiang Guoxia’s face darkened, thinking she was insulting him: “We’re family—what’s the point of giving me money?! If you insist, I won’t do it. You’ve got money to burn, huh?”
Jiang Heng found it both funny and helpless, explaining: “It’s not like that. I have to hire people anyway, and I’d rather spend the money on family. Besides, after plowing, I’ll need help transplanting rice and planting wheat. If you refuse, I’ll feel awkward asking next time……”
Jiang Guoxia’s face softened, a little embarrassed: “But you’re paying too much. A hundred per mu is enough.”
Jiang Heng agreed readily—one hundred yuan per mu.
Then she asked for the number of the seedling seller.
In the past, everyone grew their own seedlings, but recently it was easier to just buy them—the cost was about the same, and most rice varieties weren’t self-saved anymore, so everyone just bought seedlings.
Before the seller got off work, Jiang Heng called to order delivery in three days.
When she got home, she saw Song Ming’s message.
Seeing that she’d sold out, Jiang Heng was happy for her.
As for the middle-aged man who tried to steal business, Jiang Heng didn’t worry.
They didn’t target the same customers. Her prices were high because she focused on quality, not quantity—she was only one person.
Even with increased stamina from cultivation, she couldn’t satisfy everyone’s appetite.
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